| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Gulliver's Travels by Jonathan Swift: fear and astonishment, and ran to hide myself in the corn, whence
I saw him at the top of the stile looking back into the next
field on the right hand, and heard him call in a voice many
degrees louder than a speaking-trumpet: but the noise was so
high in the air, that at first I certainly thought it was
thunder. Whereupon seven monsters, like himself, came towards
him with reaping-hooks in their hands, each hook about the
largeness of six scythes. These people were not so well clad as
the first, whose servants or labourers they seemed to be; for,
upon some words he spoke, they went to reap the corn in the field
where I lay. I kept from them at as great a distance as I could,
Gulliver's Travels |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates by Howard Pyle: at the time. To them the Governor of Virginia applies, and
plucky Lieutenant Maynard, of the Pearl, was sent to Ocracoke
Inlet to fight this pirate who ruled it down there so like the
cock of a walk. There he found Blackbeard waiting for him, and
as ready for a fight as ever the lieutenant himself could be.
Fight they did, and while it lasted it was as pretty a piece of
business of its kind as one could wish to see. Blackbeard drained
a glass of grog, wishing the lieutenant luck in getting aboard of
him, fired a broadside, blew some twenty of the lieutenant's men
out of existence, and totally crippled one of his little sloops
for the balance of the fight. After that, and under cover of the
Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from 'Twixt Land & Sea by Joseph Conrad: sort of trepidation when, as if awed by that unconscious attitude,
the aged relative of Jacobus turned short upon me.
She was, I perceived, armed with a knitting-needle; and as she
raised her hand her intention seemed to be to throw it at me like a
dart. But she only used it to scratch her head with, examining me
the while at close range, one eye nearly shut and her face
distorted by a whimsical, one-sided grimace.
"My dear man," she asked abruptly, "do you expect any good to come
of this?"
"I do hope so indeed, Miss Jacobus." I tried to speak in the easy
tone of an afternoon caller. "You see, I am here after some bags."
'Twixt Land & Sea |
